Nervous with fearful anticipation, he slunk out onto the parapet with a single example of a Hornady .224 55 grain Vmax bullet, clutched gently in his grimy, sweaty fist.
Averting his eyes, he lifted it high overhead, exposing its gleaming copper jacket and vibrant red tip to the view of the valley below. Within an instant every jackrabbit and rodent in sight wilted and every crow flying overhead fell from the sky. Coyotes screamed in agony in the distance....”Runners.”, I surmised. His work was done.
Closing his hand, he hurried to safety inside as the storm clouds gathered...lightning flashed in the distance as he closed the safe door. The dreadful power of the Vmax was once more out of sight, secreted within. I stood silent, awe-struck, pondering what I had just witnessed. “Inconceivable.”, I muttered breathlessly...”But, the runners...”